with a pen inherited from a goose and Homer

Jan. 5th, 2017

Jan. 5th, 2017

Yesterday (as I attempted to fit a metal groove into its misplaced flooring and my repeated slams did something not-great to my carpal tunnel), I permitted my sister to advance the plot of Final Fantasy XV. We boarded a boat. We made our way to Altissia.

"This looks like a very big city," my sister opined. "I guess we're going to spend a lot of time here now."